Hero's Dead Brother

53. Unthinkable

'Wisingham... don't ever cross his path. Don't ever confront him, got it?'

The words echoed in Caleb's mind as she was standing there, in silence, looking at the grass covered in blood. That was the place she saw a black mass hitting Ami.

She had spent days and nights, looking for him. She had looked at every single corpse, every injured soldier, every burned remain.

She didn't know where he was but Ami wasn't in the battlefield anymore. He was gone. He was taken, there was no doubt.

Wisingham caught him to take revenge because he was able to shoot him. Ami was never good at shooting arrows but that arrow flew straight, determinate, powerful. He knew exactly where the king would appear before he was even visible, behind the smoke.

He knew exactly how and when everything would take place and he had decided to kill Wisingham on his own.

She clenched her fist so strongly, it almost bled but the pain wasn't enough to calm her anger.

"Why did you confront him then, you... you idiot!"

She knew why. That black mass, she had never seen such a power before. Ami was determined to eliminate him before he could harm anyone.

'No one should attack Wisingham with light magic. It's useless against him.'

He knew that his light magic was of no use so he did his best to find a way to at least make him unable to fight, knowing it could cost him his life.

"Dammit!" She swore, then remembered how Ami didn't like it.

"What do you think I am to you?"

"Caleb"

The King's voice was tired, hopeless. They had both spent days without sleep or food, looking for him.

"We know where he must be now. Let's go find a way to take him back."

It's been days. How is he now? Is he still alive? Did the king take revenge for shooting him?

They had no idea.

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As Amiel opened his eyes, he was in a dark place, his hands chained up against the wall. The blood didn't manage to arrive so high and he felt how his fingers were numb and cold.

The wound on his elbow didn't help the situation.

He was sitting there, in silence, on the cold and wet floor. He was relieved. Caleb was alive and they surely won the battle. He managed to change the scenario. He was only sad he didn't see his friends and brother celebrating.

A metallic sound was heard as the heavy door opened to reveal the man he considered the villain now. A tall, powerful man with dark brown hair and eyes.

'How cliche, just when I woke up, he had to appear', Noah took control.

"Wisingham..."

He looked at the man who frightened him so much in the past and that didn't scare him at all now. No matter what would happen to him, it wouldn't change the fact that they won and Caleb was still alive. The man was insignificant to him now.

As he gave him his villainous grin, the king was taken aback. Never had anyone looked so boldly into his eyes.
He had killed his mother as a child, poisoned his maid who betrayed him, stabbed his own brother in front of his entire family and no one dared to ever look at him that way.

This kid had no fear in his eyes, as if in his captured and chained state, he had defeated the powerful king standing before him.

Wisingham tried to keep his calm and speak in an intimidating voice.

"I'll ask you questions and you will answer if you wish to live..."

"I won't."

The king was taken out of his track for a second time.

"You, do you wish to die?"

"Do you really want me to believe that you'll let me live? Do I look that stupid?"

His face was looking at the king with even more contempt and even seemed amused.

"Ask, I'm curious now. Maybe your questions will be really easy to answer to since you're taking me for such an idiot."

Wisingham could feel his hair standing up from irritation. He wanted to crush that arrogant little being at once.

"By the way, how's you wound doing?" He asked sarcastically, mentioning the fact that Wisingham would never let a person who shot him live. His eyebrows were raised, his now purple finger pointing at the spot he had shot him.

"It's completely healed now with magic, ..." Wisingham answered mechanically before realizing the fact that he just answered to a prisoner's question and the humiliation he just faced.

His anger level had no space to get higher. He had never faced such an attitude.

"What is your name?" He was genuinely curious to find out the identity of someone for the first time in his life.

"Noah is my name."

Wisingham had no way to understand the meaning behind that answer.

"Answer, who's behind..."

"You're gonna ask me who's the mastermind behind your humiliation?"

The cynical smile, the contempt face, Wisingham had enough! He rushed towards the prisoner and grabbed him from his neck, lifted him before crashing him against the wall.

"You're gonna change your attitude right now if you don't want every bone in your body to break!"

The face was fearless, calm, as if watching a man making a fool of himself.

Wisingham couldn't take it anymore. He looked at the wound he had made and grabbed it, squeezing the kid's elbow with his huge palm.

His heart skipped a beat.

The dark brown eyes were looking straight into his, unperturbed, calm and even amused, as if the pain was an entertainment for the young man.

He let go and took a few steps back.

Noah's next words made his face twist in a way his face muscles never knew.

"I'm the mastermind behind this battle."

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